The smouldering rebellion flared up, and she seemed to gather to herself some of the woman's recklessness.
"You brute!" The words left her mouth, sharp, clear-cut, breaking the silence like the lash of a whip.

The unexpectedness of it, and the savagery, took Corliss aback.

He did not know what to do or say.
"Oh, you coward! You coward!" "Frona! Listen to me--" But she cut him off.

"No.

Do not speak.